Well, where to go? With a full Worm Moon due, and needing a totally guaranteed open pub, Peter Tavy seemed a good choice.
So out from the quarry with a surprisingly cool east wind. The odd star out and glimpses of the mast bode well. Up the rubbly track and out onto the open moor. Along, along to Stephen's Grave as the mist started to appear. Up the old track and on. Heading up to the ramparts when a terrifying shout was heard. "Halt, advance and be recognised!" We were all terrified. But we soldiered on (HoHo) and never saw a soul. By now all was mist as is usual on our evenings. Into the hill fort and then, quite suddenly it appeared. A really beautiful orange moonrise - aren't we lucky. Totally mesmerizing as the mist swirled around. Too cold for a cuppa so down, down seeking out the wall. To the gate to Grass Lane and more down to the road. We even met two other evening walkers. Over Broadmoor Brook and the pull up by the wall. Back to the cars and on to the promised pub. Only just past half nine so absolutely guaranteed a pint. BUT, the Peter Tavy Inn was all dark and locked up. Bother, will we ever get a pint on a Wednesday evening?
But it really had been a super atmospeheric evening to be out on the moor.